A blizzard.
Through howling snow and wind I see a face.
With frozen gaze and icy frozen eyes.
The face is stunningly beautiful, but also terrifying.
I carry on, to find shelter from the cold.
Haik Kocharian
A blizzard.
Through howling snow and wind I see a face.
With frozen gaze and icy frozen eyes.
The face is stunningly beautiful, but also terrifying.
I carry on, to find shelter from the cold.
Haik Kocharian